The Storyteller

There once was a wise old man,
who’s stories were told at sea
and on land.

He travel near and
far in a old horse drawn
carte, and performed
one night stands.

His voice was loud and clear,
His stories would bring laughter,
and an occasional tear.
He would dance and play the
violin, and sing songs about his kin.

He would tell of strange and exotic
places, and mention people of
many races.

He wore baggy pants,
a bright red shirt and a green hat.
He spoke softly  as he caressed
his large Persian cat.

His smile was intense and warm,
his eyes would sparkle when
he spoke, and he was loved
by all the town folk.

He spoke of his homeland,
far to the south in a place called;
Valencia.

He said; the sunshine was as
bright as shinning gold,
the sea was aqua blue,
and the sand as white
as driven snow.

He was a story teller,
he was a magician,
he was a musician,
he was a poet.

His stories are still
told until this day,
although he has
long passed away.

He wore a large golden ring,
and his titled was;
The Gypsy King…
Storyteller;
Extraordinaire!

Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2002

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